Before the school run

‘What have I told you?  Don’t get in the car until I’ve told you it’s safe.’

‘Who’d want to kill you?’ Kayleigh said, leaving the car door open.

‘Your mother for a start.’  Harry extended a rod, directing the mirror under the sill.

‘If our car exploded, do you think it would make as big a mess as the Brighton bomb?’

‘It would make a mess of us.  And ...’ Harry paused, re-directed the mirror.

‘Back in the house, Kayleigh.’

He dropped to the tarmac and peered under the Cortina.

‘Dad?’

‘Go.  And ring 999.  Ask for the bomb squad.’





A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.